Queen, Hammer To Fall, in The Works, 1984
testo di Brian May

Yeah
Here we stand or here we fall
History won’t care at all
Make the bed, light the light
Lady mercy won’t be home tonight
Yeah, you don’t waste no time at all
Don’t hear the bell but you answer the call
It comes to you as to us all
Hey, we’re just waiting
For the hammer to fall – yeah
Oh every night, and every day
A little piece of you is falling away
But lift your face, the western way, baby
Build your muscles as your body decays
Yeah, toe your line and play their game
Yeah, let the anaesthetic cover it all
Till one day they call your name
You know it’s time for the hammer to fall – yeah
Rich or poor or famous for
Your truth it’s all the same – oh no – oh no
Oh lock your door but rain is pouring
Through your window pane – oh no – yeah
Baby now your struggle’s all vain
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
For we who grew up tall and proud
In the shadow of the mushroom cloud
Convinced our voices can’t be heard
We just wanna scream it louder and louder and louder

What the hell we fighting for?
Ah, just surrender and it won’t hurt at all
You just got time to say your prayers
Eh, while you’re waiting for the hammer to hammer to fall
Hey, yes, it’s starting to fall eh, hammer, you know
Yeah, hammer to fall, wooh, ah, hey, eh woowoo, ha eh hammer
Waiting for the hammer to fall baby
Yeah yeah while you’re waiting for the hammer to fall
Give it to me one more time

Do unto others as they have done unto you
But what in the hell is this world coming to?
Blow the universe into nothingness
Nuclear warfare shall lay us to rest
Fight fire with fire
Ending is near
Fight fire with fire
Bursting with fear
We shall die
Time is like a fuse, short and burning fast
Armageddon is here, like said in the past
Fight fire with fire
Ending is near
Fight fire with fire
Bursting with fear
Soon to fill our lungs the hot winds of death
The gods are laughing, so take your last breath
Fight fire with fire

Ending is near
Fight fire with fire
Bursting with fear
Fight fire with fire

Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don’t need a reason
To Golden Goose is on the loose
And never out of season
Blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here’s my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death
The killer’s breed or the Demon’s seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom’s stain
Don’t you pray for my soul anymore?
Two minutes to midnight,
The hands that threaten doom.
Two minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.
The blind men shout: “Let the creatures out
We’ll show the unbelievers”
The napalm screams of human flames
Of a prime time Belsen feast… yeah!
As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy
We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies.
The killer’s breed or the Demon’s seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom’s stain
Don’t you pray for my soul anymore.
Two minutes to midnight,
The hands that threaten doom.
Two minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.
The body bags and little rags of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you

As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song
To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun.
The killer’s breed or the Demon’s seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom’s stain
Don’t you pray for my soul anymore.
Two minutes to midnight,
The hands that threaten doom.
Two minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.
Midnight
Midnight
Midnight
It’s all night
Midnight
Midnight
Midnight
It’s all night

Europe, The Final Countdown, in The Final Countdown, 1986
testo di Joey Tempest

(Ten, nine, eight, seven, six,
five, four, three, two, one)
We’re leaving together,
But still it’s farewell
And maybe we’ll come back
To earth, who can tell?
I guess there is no one to blame
We’re leaving ground (leaving ground)
Will things ever be the same again?
It’s the final countdown
The final countdown
Oh!
We’re heading for Venus (Venus)
And still we stand tall
’Cause maybe they’ve seen us (seen us)
And welcome us all, yeah
With so many light years to go
And things to be found (to be found)
I’m sure that we’ll all miss her so
It’s the final countdown…
The final count down
The final count down
Oh!

It’s the final count down
The final count down
It’s the final count down
We’re leaving together
The final count down
We’ll all miss her so
It’s the final count down
Oh!
It’s the final count down

It’s lonely in the field
that we send our fighters to wander
They leave with minds of steel
It’s their training solution
We’ve programmed the way
It leads us to order
There’s no turning back
A Surgical Strike
We’ve taught them not to feel
performance is their task
A Surgical Strike
Its time is arriving now for you
The plan for the day
will be swift as the lightning they harness
The atom display is not mindless illusion
At master control, assessment will not
Be by humans – There’s no turning back
A Surgical Strike

We’ve taught them not to feel
performance is their task
A Surgical Strike
Its time is arriving now for you

Feelin’ like it’s all over, feelin’ like there’s no love
Feelin’ like it’s not easy, breathin’ life in the dust
On a countdown to zero take a ride on the nightmare machine
There ain’t gonna be heroes
There ain’t gonna be anything
Oh
Here it comes, here comes the night
Here it comes, hell in the night
Here it comes, here comes the night
When we all fall down
When we walk into silence
When we shadow the sun
When we surrender to violence
Oh
Then the damage is done
Put away that gun!
I don’t want to be there
I don’t want to be anywhere
Oh!
That’s right!
We’re fightin’ for the gods of war but what the hell we fightin’ for?
We’re fightin’ with the gods of war but I’m a rebel
And I ain’t gonna fight no more no way!
On a countdown to zero
Take a ride on the nightmare machine
There ain’t gonna be heroes
(Whoa)

There ain’t gonna be anything
No!
That’s right!
We’re fightin’ for the gods of war but what the hell we fightin’ for?
We’re fightin’ with the gods of war but I’m a rebel
Don’t ya know that’s right
And (a) I ain’t gonna fight no more
(Stop)
Stop fightin’ for the gods of war
(Stop fightin’ for the gods of war)
Yeah what the hell we fightin’ for?
(What in the hell we fightin’ for?)
We’re fightin’ with the gods of war
Heavy!